What would you do?

[El Gordo]

However, if you boss is named Mr. Alucard, has long canine teeth, is a bit pasty-faced, insists on only doing business after dark, and drinks warm blood from the torn throats of still-wriggling peasant children, then I would exercise a wee bit of caution. Just in case.

Ah, but those stories were written by a Dubliner, and we are notoriously unreliable.